Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Life is just a walking shadow, a bad actor Who struts and worries on stage for an hour And then is heard no more: it's a story Told by an idiot, full of noise and anger, Meaning nothing.
Macbeth · Act 5, Scene 5
The continuation of Macbeth's great soliloquy after his wife's death reveals the ultimate cost of his ambition. He has the crown, but it has hollowed him of all feeling, all hope, all belief that life means anything. This is not the philosophical meditation of a wise man but the confession of someone who has murdered his way to everything and discovered it is nothing.